Oxford Sonnets

Tuesday August 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

I   On Circus Street

Stopping, rhetorically:
A prey to diets and invention
Rippling along the line of traffic
The muggy August confidences, &
The nagging September ambulance
Jostled, naked in the static

The scene unfolds like asphalt
The imagined mystery, arctic in its surprise
Underscoring the gravity of the situation
Listless between parked cars the
rundown of unlikely images
Outlasts the reality

Dense at the centre the bus moving off rolling downhill

against all expectations.

II   The Interview

A crystal shard of the
Evening remains, suspended,
As if not quite the sum of its parts;

The differences here are secularised
& I can still hear your last ringing endorsement:
– any fool can go to Mexico!
I hadn’t gone so far only arriving in Oxford is like walking in
On someone else’s dream

the last question out of all proportion with its answer
like Lilliput gone to seed
& seen from a long way down

so that you wouldn’t think the sun could be setting
anywhere else at this particular moment.

 

III   Near The Randolph
For Dan

Pacing hopefully along St. Giles
there is a dignified silence, save for the
dozen or so seagulls perched perilously out of reach

the shapes are at once historical a less fluid canvas

routinely confident behind the scenes

an old friendship, itself perched somewhere
between realisation and an extended prologue:

you finish your phone call
and I suggest dinner –
now tending towards the latter, though
no less precariously for all that.

6 January, 2009

Saturday September 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

redbrick anatomy

and in a fit
of will
outlasts the sun’s terminal
heat.

 

 

Monday Blues, 2 March, 2009

Sunday April 15, 2012 § Leave a comment

Monday blues:
                        whisky and coke

bravado ladders your last pair
             of good tights

the cool hard drum of the extractor fan
                           the gentle grazing of
the electric shower

click:       a power surge
                             I had not reckoned on such
illumination.

 

 

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